Sunlight on the skin. Perfect glass of rosé. Little bit of doubt, mostly a whole lot of joy. ✨

The steam from the tea curls around your hand as it rests lightly on hers. A hesitant warmth spreads through her when you finally notice – a slight turn of the neck, the brush of fingers. Her lips curve ever so slightly upward at the corner. You shift closer, not quite sure she’s noticed how easily that brings on a shiver in her dark hair. A small smile now—a perfect response to everything.”